We took our time strolling back through the park to where we had parked the car, enjoying the picturesque scenery and each other's company.
We stopped at a nicer Italian restaurant that Karl loved for an early dinner once we returned to the city. It had a warm, romantic ambiance with low lighting, white-tablecloth-covered tables, and a cozy fireplace crackling in the corner.
We were seated at a quiet corner table partially secluded by a series of intricately carved screens, and I immediately felt myself start to unwind in the intimate setting.
Our server brought over a bottle of their finest Chianti to accompany our meal, filling our glasses with rich, full-bodied red wine.
Karl's hand found mine on the tabletop, and our fingers laced together in a comforting way that just felt so n
